Everest
Already a touch hesitant to go boldly into dark places in the Needle, Dahlia's voice certainly provides no reassurance. Still, she'd asked something of him and Everest could find no logical reason not to follow, no matter the discomfort in his body and mind.
"Ahh—!" Ever cries, somewhat comically, as he stutter-steps forward and toward Dahlia. The hands on his shirt cause strings of fire to pull at the back of his eyelids, widening them and quickening his pulse. "-sorry." He mumbles as if this might be his fault, before trying to back away only to find his back against a solid surface.
"It, I mean, sometimes it does, but—' Lifting his chin away from the heat of her to try and clear his thoughts while also answering her questions, Ever's hands rise both to push her away as much as block her from continuing to touch him. Of course it's no good against her sheer strength, and though never would anyone have believed the aviator's first kiss would come quite like this, that didn't make it any less true.
It's an alien and overwhelming (ly bad) feeling to have someone so close to him like this, to sense the saliva from someone else's lips, slippery against his own, to smell the sharp tang of blood and not know where it came from.
And then..
In the darkness something began to stir. Something that moved from one mouth to the other. Something so vast and defeaning that Everest could no longer hear the alarm bells of his own body; in that moment of confusion, he let his palms come to rest against Dahlia, entirely without issue for having touched another, for the first time in his life.
"Ahh—!" Ever cries, somewhat comically, as he stutter-steps forward and toward Dahlia. The hands on his shirt cause strings of fire to pull at the back of his eyelids, widening them and quickening his pulse. "-sorry." He mumbles as if this might be his fault, before trying to back away only to find his back against a solid surface.
"It, I mean, sometimes it does, but—' Lifting his chin away from the heat of her to try and clear his thoughts while also answering her questions, Ever's hands rise both to push her away as much as block her from continuing to touch him. Of course it's no good against her sheer strength, and though never would anyone have believed the aviator's first kiss would come quite like this, that didn't make it any less true.
It's an alien and overwhelming (ly bad) feeling to have someone so close to him like this, to sense the saliva from someone else's lips, slippery against his own, to smell the sharp tang of blood and not know where it came from.
And then..
In the darkness something began to stir. Something that moved from one mouth to the other. Something so vast and defeaning that Everest could no longer hear the alarm bells of his own body; in that moment of confusion, he let his palms come to rest against Dahlia, entirely without issue for having touched another, for the first time in his life.
even if i had to lose you to know you,
i'd still be that temporary phase that you grow through
i'd still be that temporary phase that you grow through
